Treasure Island

sathya narayana

(12-06-1958 / Nellore, Andhra Pradesh)

AERIAL THOUGHTS


My jet is zooming fast;
Except skyscrapers, high ramparts
Mountain ranges and tall trees
I see nothing at all

I smiled at the pretty French girl
Sitting on the other side of the aisle
I started a chat with Mr.Prat
On US politics and modern art;
About how a tycoon
Died in intoxication
And how a stripping actress
Died of AIDS

Good God!
I don’t see my India from here
And my people dying
Everyday with starvation

I am snug and enjoying
In this flight going aerial
In the company I admire, I emulate
The smart, rich and influential! !

Submitted: Sunday, December 27, 2009
Edited: Saturday, May 15, 2010

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  • Pradyumna Jyotir (1/23/2010 11:38:00 AM)

    A very honest poem...no pretences...no falsehoods out here...it looks at the snobbish Indian with complete condour. (Report) Reply

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